Obsessed with the Slytherin Slut

Harry had no idea what in the hell he was getting himself into.

He had been heading out to the Quidditch Pitch because he couldn't sleep, only to encounter a girl sitting directly in the center. She was leaning back onto her hands, her head tilted upwards to look at the sky. Locks of blonde hair were falling behind her, nearly reaching the dew-wet grass. It had to be close to midnight, so the weather was certainly not warm. Yet, she wore a pair of rather revealing jean shorts and a tank-top. Though he felt ashamed for doing so, he noticed she hadn't a bra underneath it.

As he drew closer, he realized with horror that the enticing girl sitting there was Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin bad girl and boyfriend of Draco Malfoy. Harry knew Draco was a shallow guy, and ever since Pansy had her extremely upturned nose fixed to something regular, the blond boy had claimed her for his own.

He shouldn't be that surprised to see her there, though. She had a reputation for staying up into the wee hours of the morning, and also for being a bit of a skank. From what he'd heard, she'd only been intimate with Draco, but she'd shown off her bits for quite a few others. Even Gryffindor boys had watched her walk away from behind. She was what Muggles would call 'hot'.

Draco would brag anytime he could be heard about how feisty Pansy was, or how she was great in bed. Harry didn't doubt him, surprisingly.

He stood a few paces away, as she didn't seem to notice him. Her legs were magnificent, perfectly shaped and leading to an even more exciting upper body. Here he was, living every man's in Hogwarts dream, out on the deserted Pitch with a scarcely clothed Pansy Parkinson. What a story to tell his roommates.

"Take a good look."

Harry felt rather startled to realize that she did, in fact, know he was there, and a blush crept to his cheeks. She knew he'd been staring. He was dressed in his Quidditch clothes, save some of the protection equipment. He only planned on doing some laps and maybe trying to catch a few of the lightning bugs hovering about.

"I...err..." Harry began inarticulately, wringing his glove-covered hands together. What was he to say? No way could he deny staring at her, and she didn't seem to mind at all.

She stood up, brushing off her bum, which had attracted quite a bit of attention, and gave him a once-over. Harry felt heat rushing once more to his cheeks and spreading to his ears. Thanks to the night air and dark sky, it might only look like a bit of cold in his cheeks.

"Like what you see?" she asked in a husky tone, taking a few tantalizing steps towards him.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten as he did so. She was getting close, and he could feel a bit of discomfort in his trousers.

She seemed to take his lack of response as a no. "Aw, that's too bad." She continued moving towards him until she was inches away, her hand outstretched towards his chest. She ran one finger down, tracing over his Quidditch-toned muscles. He'd worked the team this year on not only the game but on push-ups, curl-ups, and jogging. He had a nice abdomen to show off, though he never did.

Pansy looked up at him, a seductive little smile on her lips. She brought her hand up towards his neck, running it over the side of his face.

His male hormones were kicking in, and he was suddenly wishing she wasn't so close. She could probably tell he was getting rather aroused, but she didn't seem to notice. Then again, she hadn't seemed to notice him staring at her earlier, either.

"It's a shame, you know," she began in that same husky tone that made the hair on Harry's neck stand up. "If I weren't with Draco, well, I'd be busy stalking you."

Stalking? He remained a bit emotionless as her hands moved back to his chest, running her palms over his abs now, the same seductive smile still pressed onto her lips.

Suddenly, she moved away, and Harry had trouble admitting that he was wishing she was still there next to him, touching him.

"But I am with him. And you know what they say about loyalty," she broadened her grin a bit. Harry couldn't recall what 'they' said about being loyal. He wished whoever had said it hadn't. "I'll see you 'round, Potter."

And with that, she walked past him. Harry turned, watching her go. Her hips swayed with each step, and Harry felt rather distracted until her entire figure faded into darkness.

He ran a few laps around the Pitch, but found his mind elsewhere. He went in for the night, only to dream restlessly of a certain blonde-haired, dark-eyed girl that was haunting his mind.

She was sitting in the middle of the Quidditch Field, but rather than wearing the skimpy shorts and tank top, she was completely naked. She was smiling at him, motioning him to come over towards her. And just when her lips had come close to his for a kiss, he'd been woken.

"Harry! Harry, come on!" a familiar voice called into his ear, shaking him vigorously.

Harry felt grateful that he was turned on his side, so his arousal could not be seen. He didn't feel like explaining that to Ron. "I'm up," he muttered groggily.

Ron, satisfied but annoyed, left him to use the loo.

Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes and situating the blankets to cover himself. Neville had woken and was searching through his trunk for something.

"Morning, Harry," he said quietly, pulling out a pair of gray socks.

"Morning," Harry responded, just as Ron came trudging out of the bathroom.

Harry took the opportunity to rush into it, grabbing some clothes on his way in and positioning them to hide his obvious hardness.

He took a cold shower, which got rid of it quickly, contemplating his dreams while he did so.

He had a feeling he wasn't the only one who'd had those sort of dreams about Pansy Parkinson. She practically tortured every guy who walked by her with that walk. Draco always had his arm around her waist, sometimes resting right on her hip to

be scandalous.

'It's not going to affect my whole day,' Harry thought to himself as he brushed his teeth. Some silly crush on a girl wasn't going to be a bother. It would pass in time.

Once he was ready, he and Ron headed down for breakfast. Hermione met them on the way, raving about some new book she'd read. Ron seemed to actually be listening for once, but Harry tuned her out and nodded whenever it seemed appropriate.

They walked into the Great Hall, and Harry's eyes subconsciously diverted to the Slytherin table. Pansy was sitting next to Draco, and he was talking quite vividly to her. She smiled, that perfectly perfect smile, and reached for a piece of toast. He noticed that sitting around her were not any girls, but the guys of Slytherin: Draco, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and just about any other. They all seemed just as infatuated with her as Harry felt he was becoming.

"Harry, you all right?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Harry realized he had been staring at the Slytherin table for almost ten minutes now. "Fine."

Ron glanced back to the table, seeing a clear shot of Pansy Parkinson. "You gawking at Parkinson?" his friend asked blatantly.

"No," Harry grunted. "Just lost in space."

Grouchily, he reached over and began buttering his toast. He took a bite of it at last, looking up. Pansy looked up a few moments later, to catch him staring again. Nervously, he looked down and fumbled with his juice, and ended up spilling it everywhere. Hermione cleaned it up in a flash with a wave of her wand.

"Thanks," he muttered quietly, going back to breakfast and being careful not to look up again.

"We've got Divination first," Ron announced over his Daily Prophet, with half a mouthful of apple.

Harry merely grunted, straining himself to keep looking down at his plate. If he looked across the table to Ron, he'd see Pansy as well. And he couldn't have her catch him looking again.

"You sure you're all right, mate?" Ron implored, tilting his head of vivid red hair.

"I'm fine!" Harry hissed to him, narrowing emerald eyes. Why was everyone so worried about him this morning? He wasn't the only one staring at Parkinson.

Divination was a bore. He sat there, pretending to see things in the mixture they'd been concocting for a few days worth of class. Ron still looked worried, but left it at that. Harry was not to be messed with that day.

When class ended, Harry swung his bag over his shoulder and started out, Ron jogging to keep up with him. They had Potions next, and Ron couldn't see why Harry would want to rush to that class.

They met Hermione outside the door of the terrible smelling room, and she led the way to their table in the back, where three stools sat, each with a cauldron before them.

Harry looked a bit frantically around, but didn't see her. He took a glance at his watch, realizing they had a while before class actually began. He tapped his finger against the desktop for a few minutes, rather than copying down instructions, when she came in.

He noticed that the first two buttons of her shirt were undone, but the tie still held its place at her collar. Her skirt had quite obviously been tampered with to be smaller. He had heard Lavender and Parvati complaining that they had long arms and it wasn't fair that the minimum length was where their fingertips reached.

Pansy's looked a bit shorter, but he hadn't ever seen her with her arms down. She had stockings on that reached to her knees, showing off a bit of those legs. Draco had his arm dangerously low on her back.

She cast a look at Harry on her way in, and he had been watching her again. Her lips turned up a little, in that same smile she'd used the night before. Harry felt a bit hot.

"Would you look at that..." Ron muttered, watching Pansy's walk as she entered. Hermione seemed extremely bothered.

"Oh honestly, the girl's a first class skank. You two can't possibly think that's attractive."

Ron glanced over to Hermione's skirt, seeing it reach the length of her knees, where it had been since she bought it.

"Hm," was all his red-haired companion said in reply, watching Pansy for a moment more before Snape began his lecture.

Harry remembered what he had told himself this morning. Obviously, Pansy was going to distract him all day. Certainly it was only a one day thing. After all, Draco had her, and she had to be loyal to him as she had said. But that hadn't stopped her from running her hands all along his stomach and chest.

When class ended, Harry walked close behind Pansy, Draco, and some other Slytherins. His eyes were watching the way her hips moved again, in perfect tandem with her legs. Ron smirked, looking over to Harry, noting his quite lustful stare.

Hermione grunted, giving Harry a smack across his shoulder. He snapped out of it, blushing quickly and looking at nothing in front of him, determined to keep his mind off of Pansy. She turned down the hallway towards the Slytherin common room, and Harry walked straight towards the Great Hall for lunch. Time had gone by particularly fast that day, and he couldn't wait until it ended.

At lunch, a fair few of the Slytherins didn't show up. Harry suspected it was because if Pansy didn't want to eat, most of the Slytherin boys stayed behind with her. She was the object of constant attention, and Harry felt like an idiot for wanting her. The worst of it was that he only wanted her for her body. He hardly knew a thing about her personality except that she was a bit scathing and cruel towards Gryffindors. But what he did know was that she was sexy. He felt bad for basing his attraction towards her off of that alone, but felt better knowing he wasn't the only one.

Maybe he'd use the Polyjuice Potion and become Draco for a few hours, just to see what she was like for him. If she was that touchy with Harry, she had to be incredible for Draco.

"Not hungry?" Ron asked, seeing Harry's untouched plate. Ron's plate, however, was completely covered with food.

"Err...a bit," Harry muttered, feeling embarrassed again. He would get caught up thinking about her and forget to do things. Like eat, for example.

After lunch, they had Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, and Harry found himself itching to get out of there. He did poorly, barely making a teapot resemble a doll, though it was a metal doll with a spout and handle.

When the bell rang, Harry practically sprang out of there. Hermione fumbled with the schedules while Harry watched Draco swagger down the hall. Pansy wasn't with him for once, and he looked overly confident and snobby.

"Yes, well, she's rather controlling. Not enough to overpower me, but she has worthy attempts. Always wanting to be on top, you know, the usual," Draco commented loudly to Blaise, who looked sourly uninterested.

All the way down to Care of Magical Creatures, Draco went on about how feisty she could be one night, and then how dirty she could be the next. Harry felt he didn't want to hear a lot of it, though he listened intently. Anything to learn more about the girl that was grabbing everyone's eye.

Surprisingly, Pansy was already down by Hagrid's hut, leaning on one leg with the other pointing outwards, looking bored. Draco stopped bragging at once and moved next to her, sliding his arm low on her hip, looking possessive.

Pansy looked over towards Harry, who was staring again, and offered that same little seductive smile. Draco didn't notice, and Harry looked away, once more embarrassed.

Hagrid was talking about giants today, which struck Harry as odd seeing as Hagrid's mother was one, though it was hands-on experience, anyway.

Harry listened with half an ear, deciding that his past with Grawp sufficed his lack of experience. Hagrid actually gave them homework, but it wouldn't be due for three days.

When, at last, class ended, signaling the end of the day, Harry rushed off to set his things down. Hopefully, he could catch Pansy alone sometime and work on his new plan: Operation Stealing Pansy from Draco (OSPD).

He already had a bit of a head start, since she'd said that she'd have him the night before if it weren't for Draco. All he had to do was find a way to break them up, then snatch her up before someone else could. Basically, he had to be there when the relationship ended, because if he wasn't, she'd be taken within moments. Probably by one of the Slytherin boys.

He started walking down the hallway that he knew was close to the Slytherin common room, though he couldn't recall the precise location of it. He seemed to be casually striding in search of going somewhere else, but he was, in fact, pacing the hall.

A plot began to formulate. It wasn't very good, but it was worth a shot. Draco was always droning about how Pansy was in bed. If he could perhaps find her alone and ask her if they had actually done things, then tell her that Draco was informing the whole class of how exactly she was, maybe she'd be upset. But it was a very personal question, so he'd have to find some way to drop it into conversation. Tonight, he'd go back to the Quidditch Pitch. Hopefully, she'd be there.

He continued walking, scheming just how to bring it up, but each way sounded like he was trying to get her to sleep with him. When he heard footsteps, he ignored them, still thinking. His eyes focused onto the floor, watching his feet as he walked on down the corridor, forgetting why he was in it at all.

"Harry."

He looked up, seeing Pansy's gleaming face before him. He straightened up immediately.

"Hi." He fidgeted with his hands, feeling extremely heated.

"Stalking me, are you?" she asked, but it was sarcasm. He gasped when she said it though, as if she really knew. Was he stalking her? Probably.

"No, no, nothing like that...Just on my way somewhere."

He didn't sound convincing, but Pansy seemed to take it as an answer. She gave him that little smile again, raising her hand and wiggling her fingers just slightly, before swaying her hips down the hall and out of sight.

He felt lightheaded, but managed to keep his footing as he rushed back to Gryffindor tower. He attempted to do his homework, but failed miserably just as Ron trotted over.

"So," his red haired friend began. "What's the plan?"